Suppose I'd better moan about something.

It's been a while, my collections of crazy thoughts have gone uncharted for a few weeks.
Some of them could have been lost forever, some of them could have been real important. I might have solved world debt/poverty/cup etc but since i forgot to jot it down, those problems will remain a little longer.
Well, lets run though a few things in my life.
Yesterday, i watched Cloverfield. I did get quite interested in the whole internet backstory, it's still out there on the net somewhere, involving some Japanese corporation and a flavouring in a drink called Slusho which somehow set a monster lose in NYC.
The general idea is like Godzilla. In fact, the idea IS Godzilla, but the monster doesn't have atomic breath.
Oceanside city get trashed by a large sea monster which walks through the town destroying everything, and the Army shoot it, find out bullets don't work, then trash the city themselves.
How they managed to get a shaky-cam version of Godzilla (but, like a new updated one, set in New York instead of Tokyo... just like the last remake of Godzilla...) past the financiers i have no idea.
I'm starting to think i directed the film and forgot about it, as everything happened just as i would have expected.

Talking of obvious film scenes, how many times have they done that "cut the blue wire" thing? I don't even need to mention bomb disposal do i? You already can picture the scene, and what happens in the end? They cut the red wire.
Is there a terrorist training manual that specifically states what colour wires should be used? Why even have 2 different colours. I'm sure i couldn't be arsed to track down some blue wire for something i'm about to blow up.

Current news, fox attacks twin babies in London. I'm not going to bother with the whole city folk vs country folk, as that argument is always country folk trying to prove they are better by living 15 miles away from a petrol station, the place always stinks on cowshit, there is only one pub nearby and the barmaid has already told you to take a hike.
City folk on the otherhand just carry on being awesome, and couldn't give a toss about some bitter yokel trying to prove how great and worldly wise they are 'cos they own a 30 year old landrover.
What i did find slightly amusing was the newspapers that had to run a picture of a fox in the story.
Not the fox, just any fox, for those who don't know what a fox looks like.
I'd like to think everyone knows what a fox looks like, it's just an orange dog.
Apparently there are 50k foxes in the UK, with 30k in urban London, so maybe citydwellers should now be classed as more of an authority on foxes.

Another news story that pissed me off a little was a paper reporter that found a .22 shell casing after the recent Cumbrian shooting spree. They dragged it out to a full column on how they were better than the police who were searching for them, and how it could be important evidence. They told police, and someone later collected it.
WELL DONE, there will be a medal in the post, with the famous "point scoring" ribbon, handed out only to those who can prove they are better than the cops by finding evidence of a shooting at the scene of a shooting that the entire country knew about.

Well, that made me feel better.

The End